[Rated for language, Short story] She's a typical bleeding heart, so when a suicidally depressed, foulmouthed, unpleasant mancreature shows up at her doorstep for shelter, it isn't like she has much choice but to take him in. Written entirely in dialogue

When I first met her, I thought she was a Hobo Rapist. Then her demonic pet fox pissed on me. Little did I know, that little miss Hobo Rapist would the downfall of my manly assassin pimpness. When did my life get so confusing?